Her possessiveness
like a string
to puppet
the only way
am free
when I started
to love the string..

a date
conditioned
switch off mobile
never minded
gazed and voyaged
her…… then
sat next to her
my finger trying something
watching this
she did a big 'hoof…'
men need some distraction
so, switch on mobile
Is love need a diversion??

her eyes
are haunting me
though
have wings to escape
but
never free from
her gravity…*.

touching my hair
a motherly
attitude
a sign of communication
a desire
to become a mother…

Everytime
she ask, "what…..???"
has stimulated more meaning
than her eyes…

she was a  rare book
out of my reach
in library..

she allowed her
and got abused
came home and cried
it was hard to say 'No"
when your love was so deep…

her curves
in the candle light
enlarges me…

I hold her
deep inside
like a mountain
hold echo…

Every day
walked pass the
huge lovebirds cage
find difficult to
identify the pair
once identified
you never miss
watching that pair
same
in human
once you got identified
world watch your
movement..

every hate
was reconciled by her
by banging  shoulders

Love lies in waiting
like a lake
wait for the rain…

her presence
in my Birthday party
got over
took vacuum cleaner
to **** the air around
took it.…
into my lab
separated others from her
stored in cylinder
when depressed
releases some
to inhale her...

my friends
all love with a same girl
a dream
entered her mind
shocked
one washing her cloth
one cooking her food
one doing housekeeping
Is loving a beautiful Girl
means
a slave in her mind??

She yelled
"Go out of my life,
I hate you.."
few days later
she called
and said " you know
I never mean it."
Its like she reborn
within pages
of my life book

her hug
added
few extra second
to my life ..

“I went
inside her to
tie a knot.
So nothing
will separate us."

She was my second love
but should have
been my first
that much sensational
happens
in my body
in my mind
So, whenever I have
been out with her
I have collected
Surveillance Camera
footage for the
rainy days!!

In park
walking along with her
a sensational date
came home
found my shadow missing...

on terrace
her wish
to touch some stars
agreed to fulfill
brought
a bowl full of water
caught some stars
her to touch and feel....

a coward
commit suicide
due to loss of love
says
more about
killing of her memory
than himself..

Seeing her
a feel of
uncontrollable
a cage lion
roar the feeder
when she come close
the condition
are breaking,,
like to throw
myself on her
though never hurt.
and
try to hug
like mist covering
the bud to open
feel the chill…

Her memory lamp
lit
on its own…

an office training
first separation
he controlled tears
she went to bed
wearing his shirt..

She
The stone
I skid in...

She was awesome,
of late
I was nagged to
the core of separation
taken a break.
Later
found something
missing in me
a hole cannot filled
by anyone,
and
understood
her nagging has
started when she
felt her love was more
than my love.
somewhere my body
and words fail to
communicate,
she was
my world.
now, miss her…

a date
waiting in park
waiting….
she never came
thought to move
strange happened
a bee
in front of me
dancing
a kind of communication
telling
me to stay
"your honey coming nearby.."

saw her first
but unconscious mind
Know her long back

her memories
on lonely nights...
too many pigeons
in small heart box..

skid and fallen
checked where I skid
went long back  and
found her eyes
now, what to do?
started walking again
to one more fall….

her loss
filled my mind
never felt alone
but sometimes
when I'm happy..

Her voice
passing through
the valley
dripping
dripping
honey
stimulate
like a bear
to follow
the trap…

someone plugged her
from my heart
left the thorn in me
she went far…….but
her memory came close
never understood
the ideology of love,
she was not here
she was here
a confusion
men grow beard not on sorrow
like a scientist he try to
find the reason of
her…………. far and near

she insulted
ignored me
didn't want me
and as well my thought.
collapsed
but visited her in
my dream to see
like
people return to
their village
after flood to see
what is left?

" I miss her a lot…
Decided to tattoo
her image
all over my body.
When I wake up everyday
I want her memory
to hurt me.”

Inside my body,
her humming
and painful goodbye.

My next life,
wanted her to be a SUN
me to be a PLANET
going around her…
Hope... her father won't
abject this time.

She always says,
Pain is simply a hint for you
to take a different direction.

She doesn't know,
She was.

Eyes,
like little bowls,
collect memory.

She says, whenever am unemployed
my love was so perfect.

He saw her in office
she looked simple
he went home
something happened
his mind started colouring her
Now
He was interested in her and same happens to hers
Both of them fell in love
and decided to marry
But
Both Parents are worried
how they chose each other
They have no match...
then
they sat and discussed
How their mind coloured
each other to believe
they are made
for each other, and
they decided......

Sometimes,
I hate love
coz
whether I want to sit close
whether I want to touch
whether I want to kiss
Its always  
she decide.
It's………….
like posting an application
through gesture
waiting for an approval
feeling small,
curse the
inequality in love….

watching them
they sit close together
the chirping sounds
a vibration of love
never tired in loving
hmm..... the secret
may be
they listen to each other..

he found her
a big love entered
a small hate entered too
after, a year
love has grown
hate has grown too
a small ditch
in between them
coz of coming too close
losing their private
losing their identity
though looked ugly
a detachment in attachment
helped them
continue...
in the name
of marriage..

when I sat
next to her
she was careful
with her dress..

In every meeting
am allowed
to browse her dress
only once...
second time,
her dictionary says
am pervert..

Love does nothing
But
awaken the hidden
slavery in men
to carry out the wishes
of her...

A
love story
First
One person love the heroine
But
She discard his love
and make him as villain
Now
Our hero enters and love
the heroine and vice versa
Now
Who comes in between love
It's hero not villain.....
.........Right
Villain always rich Coz
he is smart but hero nothing
he cheat her so called
Character to hide his poverty
If
any heroine
pursued with Villain
would have lived
the most safe and happy life
..... this includes
even to Titanic heroine.

every time begin with hope
but
end in failure
I rather lick my wound
than retire from love

Where we fail in love
an understanding
Could able to feel
when a woman in love
as same as man in love
I don't find any different
Coz
Woman feel more inside
can feel the nourishment
of her soul
Man an outer
motive his all factors
Man miss her to take
his relationship to marriage
Coz
You don't know
When woman ready for marriage
But
Man may continue to love
rather than taking her
to marriage
This stage
Man lose her to another man .